The Devil Came From Kansas
Oh the devil came from Kansas
Where he went to I can't say
Though I teach I'm not a preacher
And I aim to stay that way
There's a monkey riding on my back
Been there for some time
He says he knows me very well
But he's no friend of mine
I am not
A humble pilgrim
There's no need to
Scrape and squeeze
And don't beg for
Silver paper
When I'm trying to
Sell you cheese
Oh the devil came from Kansas
Where he went to I can't say
If you really are my brother
Then you'd better start to pray
For the sins of those departed
And the ones about to go
There's a dark cloud just above us
Don't tell me 'cos I know
I am not
A humble pilgrim
There's no need to
Scrape and squeeze
And don't beg for
Silver paper
When I'm trying to
Sell you cheese
No, I never came from Kansas
Don't forget to thank the cook
Which reminds me of my duty
I was lost and now I look
For the turnings and the signpost
And the road which takes you down
To that pool inside the forest
In whose waters I shall drown
I am not
A humble pilgrim
There's no need to
Scrape and squeeze
And don't beg for
Silver paper
When I'm trying to
Sell you cheese
Where he went to I can't say
Though I teach I'm not a preacher
And I aim to stay that way
There's a monkey riding on my back
Been there for some time
He says he knows me very well
But he's no friend of mine
I am not
A humble pilgrim
There's no need to
Scrape and squeeze
And don't beg for
Silver paper
When I'm trying to
Sell you cheese
Oh the devil came from Kansas
Where he went to I can't say
If you really are my brother
Then you'd better start to pray
For the sins of those departed
And the ones about to go
There's a dark cloud just above us
Don't tell me 'cos I know
I am not
A humble pilgrim
There's no need to
Scrape and squeeze
And don't beg for
Silver paper
When I'm trying to
Sell you cheese
No, I never came from Kansas
Don't forget to thank the cook
Which reminds me of my duty
I was lost and now I look
For the turnings and the signpost
And the road which takes you down
To that pool inside the forest
In whose waters I shall drown
I am not
A humble pilgrim
There's no need to
Scrape and squeeze
And don't beg for
Silver paper
When I'm trying to
Sell you cheese
Credits
Writer(s): Keith Reid, Gary Brooker
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